now it's 2 minutes to midnight and the storm has come from both sides and we're sealed in. and of course after struggling to stay awake to read i can't sleep. sometimes i don't know specifically what's bugging me. now my brain feels like it's in a tight jar. no, that's not it. it's like it's swaddled. in the sealed off room on the hard chair my ears are ringing. the orange cat lays on the table on objects, crystals, etc. to be near. why do we think life should make sense. we don't have to make sense of it. life will take care of that. we have senses that sense so we don't have to make sense. it's all taken care of. rest and assent. the storm is passing.